Their injuries were severe. Zachariah had a piece of the windshield in his arm, Noelle had a concussion from the swerve and had some shards stuck in her left thigh, Damon had pressed the button on his wrist right as he saw the tree in the crash, so he was unhurt, except for being unconscious. Finn had been sent flying a grand total of sixty-seven yards away from the car itself, breaking his leg on a tree and lying there, unconscious. They were all unconscious, locked in a world of impossibilities.

The truck had been used as a ram to run them off the road. A helicopter flew above them, a spotlight shining on the car. Paratroopers came to the ground, collecting the bodies from the wreckage for interrogation and medical attention.

                                                                 EIGHT HOURS LATER...

   Damon jerked awake to a sudden thud, zip-cuffed to a metal chair. He saw a stern face staring at him coldly when he looked up. That face had a deep voice that said,"I said ... WHAT IS YOUR CONNECTION WITH FINN FRANKLIN AND THE ANGEL?" Damon blinked a few times to clear his vision. 

"Say what with a who now?" he asked, exhausted. "I'M NOT GONNA REPEAT MYSELF AGAIN," he spat. "Now, I'm gonna say this one more time. WHAT IS YOUR CONNECTION WITH FINN FRANKLIN AND THE ANGEL?" Damon looked around the room he was in. He was sitting in a metal chair, zip-cuffed. There was an agent interrogating him, and there was a door with one-way glass next to it.

Damon looked back at the determined face. After searching for a badge, he learned his name: Terry O'Connor. He spat in his face. "Go to hell, Terry. You are of no use to me. And I to you." He looked at his left arm.

"Now, if you would kindly tell me where that watch i--" He was interrupted due to a slap in the face. "Cut the sh*t, kid. We know about your allegiance with them. We also know about your friend Keith. Quick on his feet, isn't he?" Terry said, smirking. He's obviously the bad cop in this situation. "If you're the bad cop, Terry, who's the good cop?" Damon asked, glancing at the door just as another agent walked in.

"I am," the person said. "You can go, Terry." Terry glared at the other agent and Damon before he left. 

"So," he said as he sat down. "Why are you allying yourself with those people, Damon? They're very dangerous. We're surprised you're not dead yet. Why is that?" The question almost sounded genuine. 

"How do I know I can trust you?" The agent chuckled. "My name is Brent. Kyle Brent." At that, he pulled out some sort of tablet and shut down the cameras in that room. "We have about ninety seconds before they get those cameras and audio back online. So, tell me, Damon. Why do this? Why wouldn't he kill you?" Damon frowned. 

"Alright, this about all you're gonna get from me, understand?" Kyle nodded in response. "My parents were Peter and Jessica Cro. If you've been here for longer than fourteen years, you'd know their name." Kyle checked his tablet again.

He quickly swiped the watch from his pocket and strapped it to Damon's arm and undid the cuffs. Damon pressed the button and jumped from his seat, aiming the machine guns at Kyle. His hands slowly raised as the footage came back on. A few seconds later, agents with pistols burst through the door. Dart glanced at Kyle, wondering why he would betray the government.
Then his eyes turned white. Zachariah, Dart thought. 

Once Zachariah knew Dart understood, he transformed into his blue suit and sent seismic waves at the agents, making blood pour from their ears. To finish them off, Dart shot a dart at all of their throats. Traverse screamed at the door, sending it flying backwards. They jogged through the doorway and turned to the left, seeing three agents training their guns in them. One of them was Terry.

"K-Kyle, what the hell?" Terry stammered. "Oh, I am not Kyle," Zachariah assured. "I am Zachariah." Then, his wings spread out and the lights went off. When they came back on, the agents were gone. 

"Where did they go, Traverse?" Dart questioned. "Wait," he responded. Then, he pointed up and they came crashing through the ceiling, landing at their feet. Their bodies were in all different shapes, their bones practically shards.

Sickened, Dart went towards the exit. He cracked the door so he could get a peak at what's outside. Almost immediately, gunfire rained upon the door, making several holes. Dart jumped backwards, shaken. Then, he kicked down the door and aimed his arms, ready to fire. 

"Surrender and this won't be as painful, Damon." an agent in the middle told him. After glancing at him, Dart threw a dart at him, landing right between the eyes. Heavy fire came down, but Traverse sent another seismic wave at them, sending their bodies flying backwards at top speeds. Traverse used X-ray vision to search for their other team members. Finn, Keith, and Noelle were all on the same floor. Finn directly ahead, Noelle to the left, and Keith to the right.

"They're on this floor," Traverse explained. "You get that room over there to the left and get your cousin. I'll get Keith and Finn. They're gonna have some heavy straps to release them from." Dart did as he was told and bolted to the left and burst through the door. He saw her equipment lying to the right and he could see his cousin in a holding room. He grabbed an empty case and inserted the equipment into it. He kicked down the door and unstrapped her. 

"You bastards!" she shouted. "Hey, hey, hey, whoa! We killed them all." Dart explained. She was somehow comforted by the fact. They heard crashing in the other rooms and a large amount of shrieking. Noelle put on her outfit and they went to check on Traverse and the others.

"You guys get out safe?" she asked. Finn was still putting on his mask when they were walking out. "I'd say so," Bullet responded, rubbing his wrists. "I tried to phase through the cuffs, but the more you move, the tighter they get. I sprained my left wrist. But I heal faster than others, so..."
"Rogue here had a broken leg, so I healed it for him." Traverse said, pointing to Rogue's leg. "You still creep me out," Rogue muttered. 

They searched for an exit until, unsurprisingly, Bullet found it. "You know, I would've found it. I've been here quite a few times," Rogue complained. Bullet smirked. "I think you're just slow." They headed outside and had to get past several difficult levels of security. Traverse sent several seismic screams at the doors, making them question the efficiency of government security. 

When they made their way outside into Washington, D.C, they were greeted by soldiers and armored cars.

"Alpha targets outside base! Repeat, alpha targets outside base!" "Escapees armed!" "Ready to fire!" Soldiers were shouting orders and reporting to each other left and right, all talking about The Nightwatchers. There were two tanks, two helicopters, two armored humvees with mounted sentry guns on top, and about one hundred soldiers. They seemed to be several hundred miles from civilization, so no help was near. 

Traverse turned his attention to one of the helicopters. Using his telepathy, he convinced the pilot to kill his fellow soldiers. Your government is corrupt, he transmitted. These men will end your family. Almost immediately, the helicopter aimed down and started shooting rockets at the tanks. Before the other pilot could respond, the helicopter shot him, too. The soldiers were distracted trying to take down the chopper, so they used that against them.

The explosions were killing them in clusters, so there were only a few dozen to fight. They started walking towards the commotion. Slowly, they sped up and ran as fast as they could. Traverse took to the skies, killing soldiers in great numbers. Bullet ran around beating them up. Rogue went straight into hand-to-hand combat, occasionally using his pistols. Fang went straight in and camouflaged herself, confusing and killing the soldiers with her poison and heat vision. Dart was circling them, throwing darts at individuals and shooting his machine guns at the ones that were particularly close. 

Rogue was caught in a headlock and was being beaten up. There was no honor in how the government fought. Just pure rage. Dart rushed to his aid, kicking ass along the way. He snuck up behind the one who had him in a headlock and inserted a dart into the back of his neck. The rest was team-ups against the rest of the group. When they were done, Dart and Rogue helped Fang recover from an injury.

"AAAAAHHHH!!!" she screamed. She had taken a bullet fairly close to her heart, and her regeneration wasn't doing its job fast enough. 

"Just hold on!" Dart ordered. He took two darts and used them as tweezers to extract the bullet. There was a lot of screaming, flesh, and loss of blood, but eventually he managed to pull it out. That way, her regeneration could kick in easier and faster. As she slowly recovered, Rogue watched as a truck was revving and pointed towards the three heroes. Then Dart saw it too.

"Run! I'll take care of it." Rogue and Fang did as they were told and watched as the truck charged towards him. Dart unsheathed two of his weapons, holding them in a stabbing position. He raced towards the speeding car as quick as he could, confusing the driver and passenger beside him. When he got close enough, Dart leaped into the air, turned around, and used the momentum of both masses to break through the windshield and through the other side of the vehicle. But before Dart exited, he stabbed both soldiers in the eyes, making their dead bodies crash through fighting warriors.                                                                                                                                                                                       

Dart had also caught a glimpse of a gate bordering the base. He ordered Traverse to use his talents against it. While Traverse did his job, he told Rogue to take out the heavy-hitters in order to make things easier. Once he finally found Bullet, he told him to take apart all of their weapons, considering his speed. He found Fang and told her to sneak up on them in order to obtain the element of surprise. Dart was going to take out people from a perch with his guns and darts. 

Once he found the perfect spot, he spotted the other armored vehicle. He pulled out a dart and calculated its speed and route. He saw that it was about to run over Rogue, so he took to action. He took another dart in the other hand and threw it at one of the front tires, making it swerve. With the other dart, he destroyed one of the back wheels as well. It stopped nearly immediately, but not before swerving its back end into dozens of soldiers. Dart grinned at the success of his idea. 

At that moment, a sentry gun emerged from the wall behind him, trying to shoot at his fellow teammates. Aww, crap, Dart thought to himself. There has to be a way to destroy it.

He walked to the side, searching for exposed wires. After shooting the wall and kicking it down, Dart saw a control center in the back of the base. He sprinted over to it in hopes that the gun hadn't taken out the others. Luckily, Bullet had noticed the sentry and took the others out of its sights, and he went back to taking them out. 

Dart broke into the control center and found the defense system. He found a thermal camera view which was transmitting from the sentry. He hurriedly disabled the camera and went on the destroying the defense mechanisms entirely. There were several firewalls to break through, but he finally made it.

After completing this task, he headed back outside. There was but one soldier left alive. Nobody else seemed to notice, so Dart went on to kill him. Once he arrived at the injured and crippled body, he grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him up, a dart in the other hand. The man trembled, terrified out of his mind. Dart hesitated. He remembered being this scared; whether it was because of a nightmare or because he knew his parents would never come back home and tuck him into bed. He dropped the dart and punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious. 

He gathered the others and they teleported back to heaven to check on Drew.